gazing at the night / as my eyes passed the jagged hole / my head disappeared

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2014, 8*, Batman, beach, being, cape, childhood, cowl, doing, emergence, eyes, glass, groundlessness, haiku, husband, identity, life, night, openness, parenting, Plumstead, sitting, skyline, teaching, thinking, waves, windows, writing

                                                                                             gazing at the night
                                                                          as my eyes passed the jagged hole
                                                                                my head disappeared *

when it all goes wrong
and I am not the person I thought I was
again

(even when I thought
I was the person who had understood that I am not the persons
I would like to be)

I am left – clean and confused –
on some faraway beach ** usually (eventually) looking around for
new clothes to wear but

                                potentially (fortuitously)
I could stand       where I am       and wear the clothes I haven’t got with
                no shame or embarrassment …

                                … I like to write (from the middle of nowhere)
                                I sit (but still working on the still)
                I wear the cowl, the cape and the skyline of the Batman
I am stuck in the Plumstead of my emergent childhood
                I am (constantly) diffident (except when I think to be a leader)
                                              I am parent whose field is wider than the sky
                                I am husband whose picture is more than the point
I am teacher far lower than the waves (I cannot cope with splattering my eyes and spluttering my nose)

… in the great wash
of life I am of no effect but then everything has happened
because of this

* glass
** Brian Eno; Here Come the Warm Jets (1974)

^{————w}(O)rmholes_________________________________|—–

Batman & being & doing & identity & life & night wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
beach & waves wormhole: the ocean
childhood & emergence & Plumstead wormhole: quest in brown
ees wormhole: … sshhh
glass wormhole: window
groundlessness wormhole: rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence
haiku(esque) wormhole: night time
openness wormhole: the empty page:
sitting & thinking wormhole: walking / right into the side of the very door left / open for me
skyline wormhole: skyline of the evenings
teaching wormhole: that’s me / in the corner that’s me in the spot light / losing my religion*
windows & writing wormhole: prologue